“eventually, all things merge into one, and a river runs through it.”
one september morning
i went to a place beyond dawn
s source of sweetness that flows
and is never less.
i have been shown
a beauty that would confuse both worlds.
reflection of the sky and trees in the huron river
gallup park, ann arbor, mi, usa
the old one
takes his time
relaxes and fishes
the young ones row fast
all in a crew
the middle one
from a motor boat
tells them how and what to do.
“old age is ready to undertake tasks
that youth shirked because they would take too long.”
-w. somerset maugham
time well-spent on the longest day.
“and so with the sunshine and the great bursts of leaves growing on the trees, just as things grow in fast movies, i had that familiar conviction that life was beginning over again with the summer.”
– f. scott fitzgerald – the great gatsby.
along the path
on our walk
by the river
these tin soldiers
in the sun
await their moment
to fly once more.
“adopt the pace of nature: her secret is patience.”
-ralph waldo emerson
huron river, ann arbor, michigan, usa
an autumn afternoon in ann arbor on the huron river
“slow down and everything you are chasing will come around and catch you.”
~john de paola
it just isn’t a long weekend
until you break out
your giant inflatable beer bottle
to float down the river on.
“if you want to be enthusiastic, act enthusiastic.”